The Chosen Heart

Episode 33

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"Mbak Elena looks beautiful with that gamis," commented the pity. She saw Elena in front of the mirror

Elena was wearing a black robe with a joking model and a cloth belt that formed a ribbon beside her . Combined with milk chocolate pasmina in harmony with her white skin.

"Thank you bik, this is also thanks to my aunt who was willing to help me to wear the hijab" said Elena. He did not think that the one in front of the mirror was him.

"Come, it's been waiting for." ask pasih .

Elena nodded in agreement. They came out of the guest room. At see Hanan and Surya are already in the living room maybe they are waiting for him.

"I'm ready. Let's go!" Take Elena when you get to the living room.

"We wait for Zahwa first" Surya said

In his heart he wants to see Zahwa immediately wearing the robe he gave him. Can't imagine how Zahwa would look beautiful while wearing her later .

"I'll follow you to the room. You go first" said Hanan.

"No. I'll wait for him. I mean we'll wait for him too. We'll leave together later,"

Hanan just wanted to catch up with him. Zahwa was in the middle of the stairs. He walked slowly because he used the high heels given by Hanan earlier. Actually he is not used to using high heels, usually only wear slip on . None of these are high rights either.

"For a long time, " said Hanan following Zahwa. He helped Zahwa down the stairs.

"How else, you bought high heels this high." Deny Zahwa.

"If it's hard why you're wearing it, I just want you to wear the robe I bought .That too if you like." hanan protested.

"I've put on the robe you gave me, I think it would be nice again if I wear these high heels too" Zahwa said. Again Hanan did not heed his efforts to look good in front of him.

"But I didn't force it. Most of us want to go to the mosque not to the condition" said Hanan

They've gone down the stairs. Soon followed Surya with the others.

"Let's go" Hanan exclaimed.

The eyes of Zahwa and Surya meet. Both seem to be hinting at something. But I don't know what it is.

In front of the gate of the house, they met some neighbors who were also going to the mosque. They talk, there is rarely time to joke with neighbors.

"You're Hanan's wife?" Ask a mother who walks with them.

"Eh, not Ma. I'm Elena," Elena replied.

For Zahwa is behind and Elena goes first in compassion. It's not wrong if people think so.

"What's Surya's girlfriend?" ask the mother again.

"Not - no. He is our guest" Surya replied. He who walked in front of them turned around because he felt his name being mentioned.

"Oh, I guess your boyfriend." That mother's ejek

Elena and Surya only responded with a smile.

"That means Hanan's wife who is behind it," the mother asked again pointing to Zahwa who was difficult to walk wearing high heels. Hanan is seen walking a bit far behind Zahwa.

"Yes his name is Zahwa." Answer Surya. He saw that Zahwa was having trouble walking and would fall many times.

"Pretty. But why go to the mosque just use high heels," commented the mother

"Maybe Hanan told me to know that he never used high heels like that" Bela Surya

He pityes seeing Zahwa but he is also powerless to just help or say don't wear those high heels.

"We just go home and change with Zahwa's normal shoes" Hanan said he deliberately walked behind Zahwa. Was was so that when Zahwa fell he could catch him.

"I'm trying. Quiet down!"

Hanan looks upset himself seeing Zahwa being tormented. There was no intention of making her wear high heels like that. He also does not know, if Zahwa never wear high heels at all.

"I guess all women love high heels . That's why I bought it for you. But it makes you tormented like that" Hanan said

"I'm not tormented. Be calm! I have to learn how to wear it, right? To match your height" said Zahwa

It made Hanan feel guilty. He walked off Zahwa's steps, holding his other hand so he could walk properly.

Hanan helped Zahwa walk until they arrived at the mosque. It is not uncommon for people to look at them with a lot of talk.

"Look, you're not old. But it has made me lead your way" Hanank said as they reached the mosque

Hanan helps Zahwa take off her high heels.

"Ke mosque kok use high heels? Like just going to the condition," said one of the mothers who passed them.

Zahwa didn't touch him. He focused on his slightly sore leg.

"Don't you hear those people talking? Come on in." Hanan

"Yes, I understand." Zahwa replied

"Sir please Zahwa," Hanan said to the compassionate monk who had been with Elena.

With a pussy, the bik approached them. Help Zahwa stand up and take him into the mosque. Elena followed them from behind.

"Zahwa looked in pain while wearing those high heels. Don't force him to wear it" Surya said after seeing Zahwa and the others enter the mosque.

"I know," Hanan replied. He was upset with his brother.

She knows that her brother loves Zahwa but never once does anything. And again just blame himself every time he sees Zahwa getting hurt.

They both entered the mosque as well. The event will start soon . Before that sound Hadroh and sholawat music chanted for the opening.

The show starts at 20:30 late at night. Starting from a person chanting the holy verse of the Quran and some welcome. Until the core of the event is the study of a kyai who was invited specifically for the event.

Seen kyai already sepuh was led by someone to sit on the pulpit that has been provided. He gave his greetings and the congregation answered in unison.

"My name is Jauhari Ahmad. People call me kyai Jauhari. I don't know why people call like that my lawong is the same as you. Same-sama still likes to learn. Do I look old?" He said he opened his talk.

He invited to interact with the pilgrims so that they can both exchange ideas. 

"I was young, just old age" continued Kyai Jauhari with a little laugh. It makes the worshippers laugh too.

"Today I won't talk. It's okay if later I can't bisyaroh because it deviated from my duty," he said.

The pilgrims who had felt bored and sleepy look fit again because of the joke an kyai Jauhari.

His birth was welcomed with great joy by the Prophet because he was born in the fifth year before being made an Apostle.

Fatimah got the nickname Az-Zahra because she never menstruated and at the time of giving birth to puerperium only briefly. She is also called the leader of the women of heaven. "

"So for women, being Fatimah Az-Zahra is important. There is one of the exemplary stories of Siti Fatimah, which is about the necklace she has. At that time, the Prophet was sitting in the mosque with his best friend."

"There is a Musafir coming to the Messenger of Allah . He asked for food and some supplies for himself to return home. At that time the Prophet did not have anything that could be given to the traveler. Then he told the traveler to come to the house of his daughter Fatimah Az-Zahra. To ask for what he needs. The Prophet said,"

Go to a place that Allah and His Messenger love. She put God first over herself, that's Fatimah, my daughter.""

"Every child is indeed a pride for his parents, it is not wrong if the Prophet said so. But unfortunately when the traveler reached the house of Fatimah, he also did not get anything. Fatimah has nothing to be made provision by the traveler."

"Musafir looked disappointed and it made Fatimah touched his heart. Finally she remembered a necklace that her husband Ali bin Abi Talib had given her as their wedding gift. Without hesitation he gave the necklace to the traveler. So happy was the traveler that he could not say anything."

"Now if the mothers are here in the position of Fatimah . Would you give a necklace with such pleasure? " Task the kyai to the women worshipers.

I heard someone say yes and no.

"Sing by the way Iyo I don't dadi traveler Saiki . My omah adoh lo (Which says yes, I will be a traveler now. My house is far away Lo)" said Kyai. Making laughter from the pilgrims.

"Finally the traveler returned again to the Messenger of Allah . And said that Fatimah, her daughter had given the necklace as her stock. One of the Prophet's friends named Ammar was willing to buy it at a very expensive price. So that it can make the traveler buy food, clothes and supplies for himself. The next day Ammar's friend asked his slave to give the necklace to the Prophet as a gift. Along with telling him that the slave who carried the necklace had also become his slave."

"At that time the Prophet told Fatimah everything. So happy that Fatimah heard the news. Because it is not expected that the necklace can be useful for many people. Not only as a stock, or to buy a traveler's meal but also to free a slave. Because after that, Fatimah freed the slave who carried her necklace."

"Subhanallah, to the icon of Fatimah Az-Zahra provides many benefits for many people. There are many lessons to be learned. Of sincerity and selfless giving, even though it is the most precious thing,"

Kyai Jauhari tells many stories about Fatimah Az-Zahra to the pilgrims. Until it can be sorted and choose which one they should make tauladan. Because everyone is different, and maybe one of the stories can be an example in dealing with the problems of life lived by each person.

The show finished at 23:00 almost midnight . All pilgrims mingle home together . Including Zahwa, elena and pity . Hanan and Surya were waiting for them in the courtyard of the mosque.

The number of pilgrims who come makes them have to queue to take and wear sandals or shoes. Zahwa chose to wait until the congregation began to desolate.

"What's wrong? " Surya asked when she saw Zahwa looking confused looking for something.

"It looks like my high heels don't exist. I looked for him, but I did not find him" replied Zahwa.

Surya came looking for pilgrims who have returned home a lot. But high heels were not found and also no sandals or shoes that can be confused.

"Leave it, you can go home barefoot . Fortunately only in the mosque" Hanan said. He was also looking for.

"You wear my sandals, let me shipper" said Surya. He removed his sandals and placed them in front of Zahwa.

"No, I can walk barefoot." Reject Zahwa. He had walked out of the mosque barefoot.

"Don't be stubborn. Just wear it, your legs will hurt more later," said Surya forced.

"I'm fine. My legs are fine too" Zahwa denied.

Hanan waits for Surya and Zahwa to argue . He sat in the mosque like a man watching a movie.

"Have the debate finished? Can we go home now?" Hanan asked when they were both silent. Both of them turned towards Hanan.

"You Mas, just wear your slippers. Let this woman go home barefoot. It was his will and there was no need to force him," Hanan said interceded.

"And Zahwa! You yourself choose to go home barefoot. So take the risk!" Hanan to Zahwa.

Zahwa and Surya looked at. Without speaking again they obeyed what Hanan said. Surya looks upset and walks first, on the after elena and make love.

"Come on!" take Hanan.

Zahwa followed her husband. Walk side by side. Actually his legs hurt, because of wearing high heels earlier and now he has to walk barefoot.

"Wear my slippers" Hanan said. He saw Zahwa's legs slightly scuffed and removed his sandals.

"No need. Why are you and your brother so stubborn as to want me to wear your slippers. I said I was fine, " said Zahwa refusing.

"Yes already... Whatever," Hanan said. He's wearing his sandals again.

Suddenly Hanan crouched down in front of Zahwa. Zahwa was shocked to see it.

"Fine. No more rejection" Hanan said forcefully.

"don't want. Shame to see people. I wear a robe anyway" Zahwa refused.

"Have come! The streets are deserted. It's just the two of us, " added Hanan.

Zahwa looked around, there was no one. Everyone has reached their homes. The mosque was also far away from them. With doubt Zahwa finally climbed onto Hanan's back.

"You're heavy too" Hanan said. He started lifting Zahwa.

"I'll come down if you make fun of me again" Zahwa threatened.

"Still stubborn." Hanan. He tightened his grip, making Zahwa unable to get off his back.

Actually embarrassed, because at that time he was wearing a robe and quite wide. If anyone sees her, they'll make fun of her.

"Thank you for your shirt and high heels. But baby, there hasn't been a day that her high heels are gone." Zahwa said he regretted it.

"Did you sleep during kyai Jauhari's lecture?" Ask Hanan. They've reached home. Zahwa asked to come down from his back and Hanan obeyed him. The two walked up the stairs to their room.

"No. I heard it" replied Zahwa. This time he sat on the sofa. He started to massage his legs.

"Then why do you still regret the items that are lost or taken by people" Hanan said.

Zahwa fell silent and recalled the lecture of Kyai Jauhari earlier. Then look at Hanan who had taken out her change of clothes from the closet.

"But that's your gift. Just like Fatimah who actually loves the necklace. I'm the same, too" Zahwa explained

Hanan looks to be looking for something from the drawer . A drug oles him walking towards Zahwa . Without speaking he immediately lifted up Zahwa's aching leg and smeared it with the medicine he was carrying.

"Do you think I'm Ali? So you love that high heels? Why don't you think I'm Ammar. The only lucky ones get the necklace and can then return it to the original owner," Hanan said . He placed Zahwa's leg slowly after applying the medicine to his leg.

"Eh, why do you think that?" Zahwa asked confusedly.

"It's okay. You think too much about Ali and Fatimah. Whenever we cannot be like them. We can only make them fools. That's it," Hanan replied

"Why? " Task Zahwa again. She did not understand what was on her husband's mind.

"Because we are Hanan and Zahwa. Not Ali and Fatimah. That is clear" replied Hanan

Zahwa was speechless, he looked at Hanan fixedly . Her husband said that made her heart beat fast, but Hanan seemed ordinary and continued his activities that were wanting to take his clothes.

"Why are you looking at me. Do you want to see me change clothes? Close my eyes lazily to the bathroom, " cried Hanan.

"Basic, "say Zahwa. He immediately covered his face with both palms. Until Hanan finished wearing his change of clothes.